Lacrimosa played on my stereo as I sat in the dark sipping neat Scotch whisky, pondering what had happened in the preceding few hours. Earlier, I had gotten a phone call from my old friend Karm. His last name was something unpronounceable that he claimed was Hungarian, but I'm not really sure of that, just as I'm not sure of a lot of things about him. "I...
A/N: If you're not familiar with me, it is important to know I'm almost completely blind. This series is a first-person fantasy and not all the wishes will be written about in detail. If you're reading mostly for sex, read the intro, then skip the first 9 wishes and finish the bottom from wishes 10-12. I am the main character of this story and my descriptio...
"Olivia!" Olivia jerked her head up from her phone at the sound of her name and smiled at the sight of her friend Mia approaching her. "Hey Mia!" she said, sliding her phone into her back pocket. The girls hugged. "God, how long has it been?" Mia asked. "Since before winter break, so at least two months," Olivia said, opening the door of the restaurant....
Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Echobright, tells the story from the male point of view; its sister story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female perspective. Enjoy. * * * I looked up to see three women perched on a stone parapet high above the street, their wings folded, their lon...
Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female point of view; its sister story, Echobright, tells the story from the male perspective. Enjoy. * * * The wind roared under my wings, supporting me. With a powerful downward beat I thrust myself forwards through...
So I'm back with another story. Finally! These things take longer and longer for me to write. I keep thinking I'm getting better at telling a story, but the reality is that I'm just getting slower at working on them. I think this makes 24 stories now that I've written over the last 5 or 6 years. I can't believe that I've been at it this long... and I don't...
"Is Lucy here?" the young man asked. He was standing on my doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in hand and wearing a nice sport coat and tie. I didn't think young men his age even knew what a tie was. If it hadn't been for the tie and his genuinely pleasant smile I might have bitten his head off. This had been a rough day for me. Lucy, my granddaughter had co...
Butterflies land on many branches. Old wood is strong, saplings grow fast. *** "So who is he, Amanda?" "He's just a customer at the cafe. I sell him coffee in the mornings. We chat, when there's no queue." "You must do more than chat, if he gives you this." "This" was a wrapped box Amanda brought home from the cafe that day. It sat unopened on the table...
Chapter 1: THE GOOD GIRL It was finally happening. My lovely girlfriend was on her back, being penetrated by another man, and I was watching. It was a heart-stopping moment of near painful excitement -- part of me wanted to push him off of her, and the other part was enjoying the look of pleasure on her face. Her chest rose and fell in time with her shallow...
Two years or so after my sexy little blond wife got her first taste of the special eroticism of interracial sex, a significant new turn of events began when my boss flew down south from Chicago to spend some time working with me. I had an idea that the real purpose of his trip was to have an excuse to visit his aunt, which he pronounced ‘awnt’ in his hometow...